Chapter 88 - Chapter 85: Episode 83 - Interrogation (2)
She'd been passed around and each of the twelve soldiers had cum inside her once.
Proof of it dripped white from between her thighs.
The evidence of the male's defeat had been carved deep inside them.
Even after being passed around to all of them, Seon-ah's cock stayed hard and stiff.
It was a little bruised from being gnawed on by their cunts, but still looked usable for another round.
Most guys go limp after cumming once, so the usual trick is to force-feed them aphrodisiacs and stimulants before using them. But this one's cock was standing firm like it was brand new without any of that.
Still, when the interrogator checked on him, his breathing was ragged and his eyes were rolling back in his head, so he hesitated.
Greed for one more round of profit warred with the fear that the prisoner might die if he pushed too hard.
As if sensing his hesitation, the senior soldier who'd raped him first took three times the money she'd paid earlier from her purse, pressed it into the interrogator's hand, and curled his fingers around it.
"He still looks pretty lively. One more time'll be fine."
Seeing how much the senior soldier wanted Seon-ah's hard cock, the interrogator glanced at Seon-ah again and gave in to greed.
'He still looks taut. One more round won't hurt. This is my prime earning period, so it should be fine.'
"Then, enjoy yourselves."
Min-ah had thought this hell was over. But when she saw them getting ready to violate Seon-ah again, she ground her teeth and spoke.
"Isn't this enough?! Seon-ah will die... he's dying... please..."
With no tears left to shed, Min-ah's bloodshot eyes wept tears of blood.
Her heart had already been battered black and blue from watching Seon-ah get gang-raped in front of her.
Ignoring her, the soldiers started moving again.
The senior soldier who'd first raped him, excited at the thought of tasting that top-quality body again, began touching Seon-ah.
Seon-ah trembled violently, lying on his side seemingly unconscious, yet his cock still stood upright.
She turned him onto his back, aimed at her own drooling cunt, and swallowed his cock in one go. Seon-ah's eyes snapped back into focus.
The look on his face—like he had no idea what was happening to him—made her sadism flare. The senior soldier began riding him with amusement.
A metallic rasp escaped Seon-ah's throat, now hoarse from screaming and moaning so long, but she didn't care. She kept violating him.
As the senior soldier started rutting him again, the junior soldiers behind her pulled out money and offered it to the interrogator.
They handed over the same amount as the senior soldier. The interrogator, proving he was a slave to money, said "Have a good time" and turned a blind eye to what the soldiers were about to do.
Min-ah watched it all, trembling with rage at her own helplessness.
She swore that if she ever escaped this place, she'd tear those bitches to pieces.
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A wet, sticky sound came from between his own legs.
Squelch... squelch...
Seon-ah, his vision barely focused, turned his gaze toward the source of the strange noise.
He saw the soldier who'd first violated him now mounted on top of him again. He thought it was a dream.
Because just moments ago, he had been "meeting his beloved mother, returning to Earth, seeing his father, and feeling the warm family affection" after so long apart.
This must be a dream.
And so Seon-ah denied reality.
He believed that being raped by the demon soldiers in front of his mother was all a dream. He believed that just moments ago, he'd been sitting harmoniously at the dinner table with his family, who had welcomed him back from the Demon World, chatting together.
This happened because Seon-ah himself didn't realize that the happy scene had been a dream he'd had the moment he passed out while being violated.
Even when Yu-rin brutally raped him.
Even when he was violated to the brink of death by the sponsors Miel had gathered.
Even when Miel violated him countless times while his mind was being destroyed.
Even during the days of being gang-raped by succubi.
What had kept Seon-ah going, what had let him face reality, was his feelings for his parents.
But being violated in front of them shattered that resolve.
That's why he was now escaping reality, telling himself what had happened must be a dream.
Seon-ah thought he was having a terrible nightmare.
He began struggling desperately to wake up from it.
Even though his whole body was limp, he twisted with all his might, telling himself he had to wake up, that he had to see his parents again.
Seeing Seon-ah become lively, the senior soldier riding him abandoned any thought of taking it easy.
"Ha... so you were just faking it the whole time, you seed-sowing bastard."
Angry that the insolent male had been pretending to be weak, the senior soldier lowered her upper body and pressed down on Seon-ah's shoulders with both hands.
Then she began thrusting her hips fast.
With her upper body braced for speed, the pace increased.
"Heeeuuuk... hyaaht... huuuuk..."
Seon-ah's mouth, capable only of metallic sounds, opened wide as moans escaped, and his eyes alternately showed whites and pupils.
Then, like a broken faucet, he began spurting out semen continuously.
With his urethra stretched from repeatedly entering and cumming in countless holes, Seon-ah's cock had no way to stop the climax.
Seeing that his cock showed no sign of getting harder but kept releasing semen, the senior soldier was convinced he'd been faking.
"You whore of a bastard, cumming dozens of times in front of your own mother. Empty every last drop!"
The amount of semen spraying was so immense that even without pulling his cock out, it kept flowing out from between her pussy lips.
The semen streamed endlessly through the gap where hole and cock met, soaking the floor.
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The senior soldier's hip thrusting ended around the time Seon-ah's cock went limp.
Even though Seon-ah kept opening his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word, couldn't even manage a wheeze.
Eventually, Seon-ah's eyes closed, and his endlessly erect cock finally drooped limp.
His trembling seemed even worse than before.
His whole body shook like an aspen leaf, as if begging for the pain and pleasure he'd received to stop.
The soldiers behind complained that it had ended even though their turn hadn't come.
The interrogator wasn't disappointed that the prisoner's stamina had run out.
When the soldiers clamored for refunds of the money they'd given him, the interrogator approached Seon-ah.
He'd originally planned to 'use' the prisoner himself after the soldiers had all 'used' him, but since he'd received this much money, the only way to avoid giving refunds was to get it hard again.
The interrogator knew several methods for raising a male who wouldn't stand.
One of the mysteries of the male body he'd learned through years of sexual torture.
He poured the aphrodisiac he'd planned to use on the prisoner himself into Seon-ah's mouth, then brought his fingers to Seon-ah's hole.
A hole meant solely for excretion, yet also a hole that could raise a male's cock.
Before inserting his finger, he meticulously smeared the liquid that had been ejaculated onto the male's body over his finger.
And then he pushed his finger into that hole.
Squelch...
The prisoner flinched, opened his eyes, and shook his head.
Even as his whole body kept trembling, when the interrogator began stirring his finger around inside to find the prostate, Seon-ah shook his head even more violently.
As if saying he couldn't take any more, he shook his head so hard it seemed his neck might break. But the interrogator paid no attention and did what he needed.
"There it is."
Finally locating the prostate in the prisoner's hidden hole, he pressed it firmly with his finger to confirm his discovery.
"Heeeuu..."
Though the prisoner's voice was nearly dead, his cock rose up as stiff as before.
The cock that had been passed around once and then thoroughly wrung dry stood up again.
Seeing Seon-ah's tear-streaked face, the interrogator licked his lips, but considering the money he'd received, he suppressed the desire to 'use' him himself as much as possible.
As soon as Seon-ah's cock rose again, the next soldier rushed over with a hungry look, afraid someone else would steal the chance.
And the relentless humiliation of Seon-ah began again.
Whenever his hardness would occasionally fade, they'd choke his neck to make it stand firm again. If he thrashed like he was about to die, they'd punch him in the gut.
Each time, satisfied by the sight of the male trembling in pain and obediently offering his cock, the soldiers took turns using Seon-ah.
The soldiers were satisfied when the semen flowing from their own bodies became so abundant it never dried up.
And so the brutal gang rape of the first day of interrogation came to an end.
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The interrogator realized he might have gone a bit too far.
Enough that the prisoner might accidentally die.
That expression on Seon-ah's face—the one that stoked his sadism—had been so entertaining he'd ended up passing him around one more time.
In total, he'd been passed around three times.
And the more he was passed around, the more brutally he was wrung dry. His cock was now bruised.
The prisoner had endured one more round than expected.
How effective the aphrodisiac and prostate stimulation were, and how good the prisoner's stamina was, had been proven by today's business.
He figured that as long as this prisoner didn't leave the interrogation room, he could make several years' salary if he played his cards right.
Thinking such thoughts, the interrogator looked at the mother of that male.
He looked at the woman who had smashed her head against the ground while crying tears of blood until she fainted, and he thought.
The idea of dragging out the interrogation as long as possible to keep selling that male's body lingered in the interrogator's mind.
The two who had fainted didn't notice that gaze filled with greed.